Holes

I am full of holesA human sieveEmotions pour through meBut they don’t stayI am puttyI allow people to playMold my identitySometimes irresponsibly There are holes in my soulMy experiences are vagueI can’t make sense ofAny feeling, any dayNothing sticksEverything flows through meWhile time passes away My mind is full of holesThings that happened long agoMorpthed … Continue reading Holes